James Daley: Cyclotherapy

It's Tuesday night, and I'm off to see a gig in west London (Band of Horses, in case you're interested). But as I leave work, rather than getting excited about going to see one of my favourite new bands, I'm stressing about where I might chain up my bike, and whether it's going to be there when I get back. Indeed, my anxiety nearly drove me to leave my wheels at home this morning. After all, the chances of my bike getting nicked if I leave it chained up in Shepherd's Bush for four hours have got to be quite high. Why take the risk?